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My throat closes, and my eyes burn. I clench my teeth to keep myself from saying something idiotic in return. This man hasn’t proven anything to me yet.

Bash places gentle kisses over my cheekbones, wet with my tears. He kisses my forehead, my nose, covering every inch of my face.

“Admit it. You love me too.” He grins, and it’s somehow adorable and mischievous. It makes me want to both slap him and kiss him at the same time.

“You’re delusional,” I huff.

“You’re in denial.” He chuckles, forehead meeting mine. “You are it for me, and I hate to break it to you, but I’m too fucking selfish to let you go.”

I should shove him away. He’s lied to me, but some twisted part of me doesn’t care. Actually, it likes the fact that he’s willing to go this far just to catch me. Our breaths mingle together, and the tension in the air grows thick with each heartbeat. I don’t deny it.

“I’m going to fuck those doubts right out of you,” he says right before he crashes his mouth to mine.

His tongue dominates my mouth, reaching every corner, filling me as his fingers bury in my hair, pulling out the hair tie. He kisses me harder, demanding more. Demanding me to give in to him.

Not yet. I can’t let him get away with this. I bite his lip hard, the tang of metal hitting my senses. “Let go.”

He runs his thumb over her bottom lip, smearing the blood, and has the audacity to laugh.

“You are truly a vicious little creature,” he says, then throws me over his shoulder. I struggle to get down, twisting and kicking my weight, but the sharp sting of his palm lands on my ass, keeping me still.

The guards stare at us, eyes blown wide as we walk by.

“I hate you,” I hiss.

“Liar.”

Chapter 43

Anastasia

Bash opens the passenger door,and I cross my arms. “I’m not going in there with you.”

We’re in front of his house. This bastard whistled throughout the drive home as I did my best to freeze him out. I swear I’ve never seen him happier. There isn’t a word strong enough for how infuriating he is.

“Come on, Princess. Don’t be that way.” He reaches in and unbuckles my seat belt. It’s not lost on either of us that I don’t stop him. Within seconds, I’m lifted into his arms and being carried inside. The two guards stationed at the front do everything they can to look anywhere but at us as Bash carries me into his house.

The second the door closes behind us, he swings me off his shoulder and pins my back to the wall. My toes can’t reach the ground, and I have no choice but to wrap my legs around him. He doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of the position and presses his hard length against my core.

I whimper as he rocks again, the sensation sending pleasure between my thighs, but I won’t let him off that easy.

I dig my nails into his shoulders and shove him back. “You betrayed me.”

“I love you.” He reaches a hand back and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the red crescents from my nails.

I groan internally at the sight of his flexed muscles, my core already growing wet. “You can’t.”

Bash reaches between us and brings my hurt palm to his mouth, grazing a kiss just to the side of the sore. “I do. I love you.”

“I don’t love you.” I meet his eyes, searching for any tell, but all I see is warmth.

“Marry me, Stasia.”

My head yanks back, connecting with the wall, and I wince. He rubs it in soft motions until the ache dissipates.

“That’s enough of that. You aren’t allowed to hurt yourself anymore.”

“I…” I cut my words off, not sure what I can say. He’s saying everything that I’ve ever wanted to hear.

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